Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.